I’ve craved community and connection for most of my life. Some have it naturally through family. That has never been my story.
College provided it for a while and I loved it. And then we scattered to find jobs and build lives. Some of us stay in touch on social media. Our interaction now reduced to clicking a “like“ button.
Workmates at my 18+ years job became a second family that I loved. But now we‘re into other jobs, into retirement, into health challenges, and some into the great beyond.
I remind myself that I am not without connection. I have a husband who, for 3/4 of my life, has been my very best friend. I have friends both near and far whom I love. Many of us connect regularly by phone and it’s truly lovely.
But I miss the spontaneity of an unplanned drive to hang with a friend or a dinner with friends that comes together without any forethought or planning. I miss the Sunday fatigue that weighs heavily after being up into the wee hours on a Saturday night because we had so much to talk about and the time flew by far too quickly.
I miss the gatherings we hosted in our home from retirement parties to holiday celebrations to house concerts. All of those friends and acquaintances made me feel like I was finally home!
As my disability gently and slowly progresses, I’ve become more and more aware of the fact that many of those activities are simply out of reach. Even if my partners in crime were as available as they once were, I would struggle to do even a fraction of the things we did so often.
I’m missing community.
And it now occurs to me that I also miss me…
I’m glad you’re here 💜